my life rattles.
left, right
up, down
upside-down
corkscrew
dips
i'm thrown around
like a rag doll.
the tracks scatter me
as is cracks my soul.
i'm
screaming
crying
laughing
waving
dying.
i started my pills
with hope
that I wouldn't derail.
i lived through it,
but i dropped my keys.
i exit the ride
to see my photo
with chaos
written on my face.
YOU ARE READING
she likes the color yellow
Poetrymy soul in poem form. i'm not a good poet, but i've learned to be vulnerable.
